January 12, 2010. I was mindlessly driving south on I-65 just north of the exit leading to Winimac, IN. Where ever the hell that is. No radio. No phone calls. Just driving on a sunny day in January. Given the time of year, the sun sat lower in the sky than it would in the …

Hey hey! Special edition post today. A dear friend of mine, a guy I've known for many many months, invited me on his podcast this morning. We both do this thing called F3 (click here for more info on that), and he does a podcast highlighting different guys in our group and the things they're …

I don't want to come across too harsh, but there's real evil in this world. I know you know that. But I was shocked to learn that the makers of kids' toys are some of the most evil. Like, a sinister and genuinely wicked kind of evil. I promise you, I can't possibly understate this …

It's Christmastime again. That phrase can mean many things to many people. For me, it's a wonderful thing and something I look forward to every year. I get excited about seeing family and old friends. After graduating college and getting married, my wife and I moved away from most of my family, so we don't …

The following is a story I helped write for a friend. In it, he shares of the most difficult thing he's faced in his lifetime. Two years ago, his son committed suicide. Dana wanted to write this story in hopes that it will reach someone who is hurting and needs help. I've been honored to …

You may have noticed there hasn't been a new story in a little while. That's because my precious daughter was born a couple weeks ago. Before that, I'd been busy working on a couple other stories, but I wasn't able to get them finished prior to the baby being born. There was a point late …

Freshly cut pineapple. Taking long walks. Intercourse. Acupressure. Car rides down bumpy roads. More walks. Visualization exercises. A hurricane named Michael. Another walk. It hasn't been 40 full weeks yet, but the baby is showing no signs of leaving its comfort zone. Hendrik - lovingly referred to as "the Muggo" - was born on week …

I woke up this morning at 4:55AM. I don't remember hitting the snooze, but I did. When the alarm sounded again at 5:00AM, I shot out of the bed immediately, realizing I hadn't left myself too much time to get dressed and out the door. At 5:15AM, I pulled into the lot at Carter-Finley Stadium …

Welcome to Muggo Shorts. These aren't like the other stories I write. These are quips, thoughts, ideas...whatever. But they're short. There's no moral. It's just something that struck me and I decided to write it down. Consider these to be poems. Hey, I'm a poet now! Enjoy. ________________________________________________________________ The words stream through the early morning …